The wind rustled the branches, sending leaves twirling into the water below. Ripples brushed against the young Argonian’s leg as she sat on the riverbank, inspecting a fish. "Perfect!" she chirped. "Mom and Dad will love these for dinner." She added it to her basket and stretched, flicking her tail. Lying back, the scent of wet mud and fish filled the air. Some might find it unpleasant, but to Muck, it felt natural. She gazed at the trees, dreaming of adventures. "Maybe. Someday."
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